Caroline Lavelle - Trees They Do Grow High Lyrics
The trees they do grow high& the trees they do grow greenBut the days have gone & passed my loveThat thou & I were seenIt's a cold winter's night my loveIt's now that I must lie aloneMy bonny boy you were youngBut a-growingOh, father dearest father I fear you've done me harmFor you've married me to a bonny boyBut you know he is too youngOh, daughter dearest daughterIf you will stay at home with meA lady you shall be while he's growingWe'll send him to the college for one year or two& then perhaps in time my loveA man he'll make for youI'll buy you white ribbons to tie around his bonny waistTo let the ladies know that he's marriedAt the age of sixteen he was a married manAt the age of seventeen he was the father of a sonAt the age of eighteen my love, his grave it was a-growing greenAnd death had put an end to his growingI made my love a shroud of the holland o-so fineAnd every stitch I put in it the tears they did run downOh, once I had a sweetheart but now he's lying in the groundBut I'll nurse his bonny boy while he's growingO, now my love is dead and in his grave doth lieThe green grass that covers him, it groweth up so highO, once a had a sweetheart but now I have got ne'er a oneSo fare thee well my own true love for ever
